The awakening of the half-breed, BB [books for 5 year olds to read themselves TXT] 📗

"Enough with killing the trees! And your brain cells!" "Tree hugger." He sighed and slung me over his shoulder. Well, I didn't want to live, so what if I just stayed silent, didn't move, eat, drink, anything? Just sat in complete silence till I died? Hmm...good plan! Let's start now! The drastic silent treatment! As we were walking back to his house he said to me "They're going to be there, so act dead." I went limp like a rag doll, and would stay that way. As we came upon his house I could hear voices. My arm kept whacking him in the face because of the way he was walking, and I found a lot of satisfaction in that believe it or not. "She killed him! She murdered him! Why shouldn't we murder her?!?!" Ah little Lily, such a fool. I could kill them all in a split second. "Because she's already dead." That was Spike. So that's why he wanted me to play dead. Ok. I'll go with it. "How?! I hope it was painful as hell!" "She bled out in the woods from a wound. It somehow closed though..." "That's because she's a freak! Common,were leaving!" I heard their footsteps slowly fade away, and in my heart I felt...nothing..nothing was left to feel. I was laid down gently on the couch in a siting position and I let my head fall to my chest. Here begins the drastic silent treatment to all.


"Is she ever gunna move?" "I don't know Millie." I was going 2 weeks strong. I was proud of myself, especially since my throat was on fire! Like white hot fire down my throat. He poked me, and I didn't move. He sighed. "She's going to have to eat or drink eventually or she'll die." That's the point genius! "No! She wouldn't!" Now we have our brain in gear! Good job! It took all my will to not smile at my own sarcastic humor. His footsteps slowly faded and Millie bent down and looked under the hair that hung in my face. "You know he liked you before that master-creator bond thing? He just never said anything." She got up and walked away. I...I..What? What the? But..but..I... So many thoughts ran through my mind I was surprised it didn't blow up. He came back with a knife in hand. "This will get her going." He sounded desperate. And how is a knife going to 'get me going'? I couldn't see what he was doing from the position I was in, but I smelled it. His blood smelled amazing! I now understand what he meant. He put his wrist up near my mouth and it looked and smelled so good! It was right against my lips too. I felt my canines enlarge as I attacked the wrist. I forgot everything then. It was just the need for it. That was it. Just the need for blood. I felt him eventually limply try to pull away and growled. I had enough sense now to remember where I was, who I am, and what the blood was coming from. I let go and my head snapped up. My eyes search for the closest and easiest exit. I spotted it. An open window. I jumped and landed perfectly from the couch on the sill, and then out of the window. I ran towards the woods and began draining animals dry until my thirst was quenched. I then remembered the man that had probably saved my life. I snapped two dear's necks and threw them over my shoulder. I ran up to the door and kicked it. It opened. I took out a pocket knife and slit the deer's neck and put them next to him. I began to pace as he drank. What the hell have I done?! I've gone insane! My life has literally fallen apart! I ran my hands through my hair, trying to figure out if I should go or stay, die or live. I didn't know what was right or wrong at this point! What has become of my life?! It was bad enough when I was just thrown into this! What the hell am I going to do?! I looked at the knife in my hand and remembered what he had said "She bled out in the woods from a wound. It somehow closed though..." What if I could do that? Just end all suffering and misery for all? I would have to do this secluded from everyone else. I felt the knife slip from my hand and clatter on the floor as I froze. I couldn't. I couldn't after he saved me. I sighed and put my head in my hands. What the frig was I going to do?! I felt my body begin to shake and my knees hit the ground. I was....crying. I haven't done this in so...long. I felt myself flop on the floor, my head still in hands, facing away from them, in a fetal position only laying down. What had I done?! I was a monster! I was a freaken monster! I shouldn't be alive, but have to be! What am I going to do?! I felt my body shake harder as small crys came out, barely able to hear, even to the finest ear in the supernatural world. I felt someone pick me up and hug/hold me. I haven't had affection in...I don't know how long. I was on that Island for years I think. I don't know. I heard a low growl come from somewhere. Max! I was laid on the floor gently and opened one eye. It was him. "Max." It came out in a barely audible whisper. The dog came running to my side in seconds, tail wagging.
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Publication Date: 04-09-2012

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To all of my friends, online and off. For you help me survive life itself.